“You will be cleaning the oven later, I assume?” she asked last Sunday, after an enormous roast dinner.
“Oh no, Madam. I didn't know that ovens needed cleaning after such large dishes. Are you saying they do?”
Little snipey, sarcastic retorts like that. Certainly not what Hayley remembered from talking with the Castle Maid representatives, or what she had heard in her elite circles of acquaintances when they met at big time galas and pool parties. But, that was well enough.
Some period of adjustment is to be expected. Svetlana's voice in her head was so reassuring, so comforting. Hayley didn't dare question it.
But...but. The nastiness didn't seem to be dissipating, at all. If anything, it was only getting worse.
Early Wednesday morning, Hayley was going to go out shopping. Fiona caught her at the door.
“Oh, you're wearing that?” Fiona asked, raising an eyebrow.
The outrageously beautiful maid wore a tiny tight black dress, her shiny tits and legs on perfect display. She was a work of erotic art.
Hayley looked down at her short skirt, her tight blouse. “Yes? Is there something wrong?”
“No, it's just that...well.” Fiona smirked and looked away.
“What? 'It's just' what?” Hayley put a hand on her hips.
“I didn't think someone with your legs would actually wear short skirts, that's all.”
Hayley was incensed. Just because Fiona's legs were goddess-like and tanned, perfect in every possible way, didn't give her license to insult Hayley's!
“I—I don't, like, I don't—like, I mean, you know?” Words blubbered out of her, like water down a stream. “Okay? So...like! All right?”
Fiona giggled, her magical tits bouncing in her tiny black dress. “Was that a sentence?”
“You know, like!” Hayley shook her head, storming back upstairs. “You know!”
For almost an hour after that, Hayley sat in her room, fiddling with the inhaler in her hand. What in the hell was wrong with her? Why hadn't she been able to articulate her displeasure? Hayley had been rich and spoiled all her life, and she knew it. Articulating her displeasure with those below her was one of her finest skills. It was rather startling to find it just gone from her all of a sudden.
She made up her mind—she would discuss the matter with Simon. He was a man, and so therefore quite smart and reasonable. She would listen to his opinion on the matter and thank him, perhaps with a blowjob. Yes. That was a good, ladylike thing to do.
Five minutes later, after a short tug on her inhaler to take the edge off, she walked into his study. He was working. He hated being disturbed as he worked. Hayley didn’t much care. She was upset, and as her partner, he had to listen to her on her time.
His muscles were thick in his tiny white shirt. The biceps bulged, turning his sleeves thin. He looked positively massive in front of his tiny notebook computer. His study was one of the smaller rooms in the large house, just a few hundred square feet around. Bookshelves lined the walls. Simon's desk was large and old, an heirloom from his grandfather on his mother's side.
Simon was ready for her, holding a hand up. “Not now, dear.”
His voice was a bit muffled, an old pen in his mouth.
“I really must speak with you.”
She came close to his desk.
“I’m in the middle of some terrific stuff, here. Can’t it wait?”
Hayley stamped her foot. “No. I am your partner and I want to talk, now.”
Sighing deeply, he closed his notebook and turned to her.
“What is it, dear?”
She took a breath. “I’m having some misgivings about Fiona, darling.”
“Fiona?” he laughed heartily. “Don’t joke. She’s incredible.”
Simon had, of course, definitely turned the corner on his stance with Fiona. He fucked her every night. Every morning. Every afternoon. They had fucked more in the last week than he and Fiona had in almost the last year.
That bothered her. But she just...she couldn't quite figure out why. Every time she felt like she was getting close to figuring it out, her asthma would act up, and she'd need a long tug on her inhaler.
“Y-yes. I suppose so,” said Hayley. “But I feel like...I don’t know. I feel like there’s something sinister going on with her.”
Simon laughed.
“Sinister? Would you listen to yourself? She’s a maid. She’s a mind-controlled maid. You have nothing to worry about. She couldn’t possibly want anything that you don’t decide for her to want.”
Hayley shook her head. “That’s not true. Just the other day, I caught her giggling as she listened to the radio.”
There had been some ad on promoting a politician’s speech on female equality. Fiona had giggled helplessly. “Female equality?” she had snickered loudly. “No such thing. What a silly idea.”
Simon was unimpressed.
“And? So she laughed. That’s nice. She has a lovely laugh.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s...dear, don’t you get it? If she has enough independent thought to find something funny, why wouldn’t she have enough to plot something against—”
“To plot? Would you listen to yourself? She couldn’t plot her way out of a paper bag unless she had explicit instructions.”
Hayley, dejected, tugged at her dress.
“I just...also...there’s been some changes.”
“Changes?”
“Yes. Physical ones. To me.”
Now, Simon seemed more concerned. “I don’t know that I follow.”
“I’ve been...I don’t know. Empty-headed, lately. Airheaded, you could say. Giggly, sometimes.”
“So?”
“Yesterday, I watched entertainment news for six hours straight!”
“You sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”
“I was! I was—” she stopped.
I was playing with myself the whole time, she wanted to say.
Anything could set her off these days. And looking at all those sexy celebrities in their sexy clothes, running around the world doing whatever they wanted...it didn’t take much to get her so excited. She was cumming almost more often than she was giggling, and she was giggling a lot.
It was so simple to giggle. So easy. So freeing. She did it there, in front of Simon, tittering nervously, and then allowing that to rapidly progress into a carefree, gentle giggle.
But, there were other items that bothered her. “Also my hair...it’s blonder.”
“You didn’t dye it?”
“No.” She giggled. God, why was she giggling? This was serious. “I just woke up and it looked that way! Now, explain that! How would that be happening if Fiona wasn’t making it happen somehow? That’s what they do to those maids, isn’t it? They make them all blonde and big-titted and dumb!”
“Don’t be silly, dear. Fiona isn’t a blonde.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
Her voice, which she intended to be scathing and demeaning, was high-pitched, breathy, and plaintive. It all seemed so far out of her control.
“And besides, that color looks smashing on you. Are you sure you don’t like it? I would think you’re a natural blonde.”
“I...really?”
She felt her body begin to glow warmly with the force of the compliment working through her. The Man’s compliment. His masculinity appreciating her femininity. That was so very nice. She giggled again, thinking of how nice it was to be appreciated.
Her mind wandered for a moment, her fingers floating over her engorged nipples. She hadn’t even talked to him about how her bras were having trouble fitting, how it felt like her tits were growing slowly, but god, if he thought she looked good, then maybe she shouldn’t complain so much? He hadn’t fucked her since Fiona arrived. She had encouraged him to cum in the new maid plenty of times, though...
“Hayley? Hayley, are you listening to me?”
Simon had clearly been trying to get her attention for a few
seconds now, snapping his fingers.
“I’m sorry, darling. I was miles away.”
Hayley touched her nipples, twirled with her hair. He had said she looked good. Could she entice him?
“Listen,” Simon said sternly. “This maid was an investment.”
“I know that. But—”
“Do you? Do you have any idea how much she cost? You’re the one who wanted her to begin with!”
“I know! I’m sorry, but I just...I just...”
Wait. Why was Simon worrying about the cost? It was Hayley’s money...wasn’t it?
“I don’t...I don’t understand why you’re worried about the money, dear. It’s...the money is...”
Simon stood up to his full height. Had he gotten taller? He was so very large, so strong. Hayley felt her heart pumping fast just looking at him. She felt like she was falling in love all over again.
“The money is mine, darling. I’ve been meaning to have this conversation with you, but it’s rather time you figured it out. I’m the man. I control the money in a household. That’s only right, isn’t it?”
A feeling of hot, easy lust struck her body as he asserted his dominance over her. Something was wrong, but it felt so nice to give in...
“Oh. Yes.” She giggled, thoughts in her head popping like balloons as her arousal increased. “Well, I suppose so.”
“Wonderful. Fiona thought so too. That’s why she drew up these papers for us.”
From the bottom drawer of his desk, Simon pulled out a thick folder, pulling out several paper-clipped documents and shuffling them gently before placing them in front of Hayley.
“Papers?”
Hayley was losing track. Hadn’t she come in here to make demands of him?
Wait, had she? But, women didn't demand things of men. That was wrong. And she was a woman, and he was a man, so...
“Fiona is qualified as a paralegal,” said Simon. “Remarkable young woman. Sign here.”
He held out a pen. Confused and overwhelmed, Hayley backed away from the table.
“I think I better...lawyer. Get one. You know.”
It was getting hard to breathe. Her panic was coming back. She tugged at her blouse. Why were her breasts feeling so unwieldy and large? And her thoughts, so fuzzy all the time. What was happening to her?
“Don’t be so silly, dear. We’re lovers. You don’t need a lawyer for someone you love, do you?”
God, that made sense. Everything in that sexy, hot baritone of his made so much sense. She wanted to believe everything he said.
When had his voice gotten so deep and thick? Didn’t it used to be reedy? Whiny? Didn’t he used to be a bit of a pushover? There were so many...so many changes, such hard-to-explain occurrences...
She tried looking at the papers in front of her. The words read like mush. “But...what does it say?”
“It’s very simple, dear. It simply gives me access and control over all of your accounts and estate.”
“Access...control?” She shook her head. “I don’t...I don’t...”
Again, she tried to look at the papers. The words swam together, spiraling, sinking. If only she could watch the words on television somehow. Maybe put them on the entertainment channel. Have that nice bubbly blonde anchor lady explain them all to her...
Simon leaned forward, rapping his knuckles on the desk. “Dear, you have to trust me. Relationships are built on trust.”
She tried again to read the words, but they crashed against each other in waves, worse than before. Her mind was on fire. Something was wrong, wrong!
Standing up, she backed away from the chair, feeling the world spiral and thunder. Why didn’t anything make sense anymore? Why did she feel so stupid all the time? How was Simon pushing her around like this? That wasn’t how it supposed to work. This was all wrong.
Suddenly, her inhaler was pressed against her mouth. Reflexively, she took in a long, deep breath.
Instantly, she felt better. She barely noticed at all that Fiona had entered the room; that she was the one who had placed the inhaler on her mouth.
“There you are, Madam. Won’t you sign, now? It’s for your own security.”
“Yes, dear.” Simon walked around to meet the maid, sliding his hand far up between her ass cheeks in her tiny little dress. “Listen to Fiona. I’m the man, aren’t I? That means I’m stronger than you, naturally. Doesn’t that make sense?”
“Strong...yes.”
That did make sense. Yesterday, Hayley saw Simon lift an entire leather couch by himself while Fiona was sitting on it, just to startle her and make her laugh. They were so cute together. Such a perfect couple.
“So, that means something is much more likely to happen to you than it is to me, all right?”
“Oh. Yes. All right.”
“You had better sign these papers, then. In case anything should ever happen.”
“I...yes. Of course.”
Finally, she obeyed. Her signature was still wet on the paper when he tugged it out from under her hands and slipped it into a folder, handing that quickly to Fiona.
“Wonderful, dear, thank you.” He straightened up. “Now, if you would please leave us? Fiona and I would like some privacy.”
“Pr...privacy?”
“Yes, dear. We have quite a lot to discuss.”
“Oh...of course. Yes.”
She left in a daze, barely noticing the sudden cheers behind her. They were happy! That was good. Hayley had been so, sooo good to make them happy. It was so very right and good to make a man and his maid happy.
Something made her stop at the door frame though, and crack the door open. The two inside did not notice. Fiona was on Simon’s lap, purring and telling him what a wonderful, good decision he had made.
“You’re so strong,” said Fiona, crushing her big tits against his thick chest. “So very strong. I can’t believe how well you handled that.”
“Yes,” he said. His large hand toyed with her sexy tall red high-heeled shoe. “And now, like you said, it will be that much easier to make the transition to marriage.”
Marriage! Hayley put a hand over her mouth, gasping with joy. He must have been talking about marrying her! That was like, totally great!
Her fingers sank to her pussy, searching for those magic points of pleasure. There were so many down there; the entire area like a live wire from an exploding transformer. Just the thought of being chronically attached to her Man got her hot, and that was hot too.
“Thank you so much for suggesting that, my dear.” He stroked Fiona's hair in admiration. “It’s rather more secure this way. She’s been so absent-minded lately. I don't trust her with any funds.”
“Of course, Master. I live to serve you, and want you to be happy at all times. May I stroke you, please?”
“Yes,” he said, voice becoming distant as Fiona lowered down to her knees. “You don’t think we were too harsh on her, do you?”
“Oh, no, Sir. I think you rather could have been much more harsh on her if you wanted.”
Fiona had slipped her hands into his pants, tugging them down all the way. Hayley moaned, barely audible. She hadn’t seen Simon’s cock in so long. It had gotten so big—so hard!
“More harsh?”
“Oh yes, Sir. I know that, for instance, if you were to slap me around, I’d absolutely deserve it. The man is always right, after all.”
“Yes,” he said, thumbing at her cheek, and then gripping her neck. “I am.”
“Yes, Master. So right. It’s so right to choke me, like that.”
As she told him this, she stroked him harder. His hands closed around her neck, both of them together. Fiona nodded, her face pure bliss, as his grip tightened and re-tightened around her elegant throat. He relinquished the grip just for a moment to slap her face, and this only made Fiona stroke him harder.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I'm your property. You do with me as you will. You're right to hit me. You're so right to choke me. A woman doesn't get to
decide what's best. Only her Man. Only you.”
Her strokes increased in frequency and as they did, Hayley's ministrations toward her own cunt became more and more frequent as well. Hayley found she was about to cum just from watching Fiona get slapped and choked by her man. God, god! That was so hot, so wrong!
It was almost like Simon had a million little complaints that any boyfriend might have with his girlfriend. And he wanted, he needed to let these complaints feel their purchase in the world. Needed a physical output for them. For Fiona to embrace this physicality, to say that she wanted to feel his frustrations...Simon could only be too willing to follow through.
The slapping increased, the choking became harder, and Fiona only moaned and writhed the more. Unable to control himself any longer, Simon exploded, his cum thick and hot and gooey. Fiona slipped her mouth around the head of his cock after the first spurt got her in the face. Her cum-soaked hair and gorgeous face soon adored his cock with startling alacrity. She truly was made for this. Hayley moaned with her own orgasm as she saw her man cum. Her body spasmed against the door, and she was barely able to keep quiet, her sexy lithe body writhing in ecstasy in the hallway.
She'd give anything if he let her taste him again. She just loved him so much!
Maybe...maybe after they were married.
Simon’s breathing slowed, eventually. He stroked Fiona with true affection in his eyes, and slid her up on his lap once more.
“I’d like to show you the ring I got for her, if I may.”
“Oh, yes!” Fiona clapped her hands together. “Please, let me see!”
He brought out the stone, contained in a small little box. Hayley struggled to hold in her breath. She could see it clearly from the angle she was at, and it was beautiful!
“Oh, my...” said Fiona, a frown forming.
“You don’t approve?”
“I’m just...not sure. I don’t know if it would work for someone of her...qualities.”
Her voice had taken a rather acidic tone. At the same time, while she sat on one of Simon's massive legs, her hand had begun to stroke his still-wet and still-hard cock.
“How do you mean?” he asked.
He was too busy looking at the cum gathered around Fiona's breasts to properly appreciate how earnestly she stroked his cock.
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